Slowburn

Chapter 10

"Have you met anyone yet?" Renzo asked me once he approved of the receipts that'll need to be manually entered into the computer now, not just the book. "The doorman briefly, and the bartenders also. I haven't met any of the dancers...I figured they're, um, busy" I tried to choose my words carefully, because he studies me closely all the dang time, and tries reading in between the lines or something.

"Different worlds anyhow" he stated, glancing at the shut door. "What do you mean?" I tipped my head at him. He was now leaning his firm butt on the edge of the desk right beside me and I had to remind myself not to glance at his lap.

With his ankles crossed I swear I could see the generous bulge in his pants. I blushed even at the thought. His eyes darted around my face noticing the pink tint which is even more embarrassing. He crossed his arms, which again bulged more things on his body.

"What I mean is that you stay in here and do what you're told. You aren't a part of the shit out there" he stated sternly. He doesn't have to tell me twice. I don't wanna be a part of it. Renzo continued to look down at me in the chair right beside his lap and my skin tingled wherever his eyes looked over any part of me.

"I'm going outside to smoke. Would you care to join me? You won't have too much to do until later" he asked me. For some reason it made my stomach flip. "Okay" I said, a little too girlish then I meant.

Instead of us walking through the main room he took us to a back alley exit door. We were behind the building where there was nothing much around, except dumpsters in the distance, and his own car parked away from everyone else's car. There were security cameras everywhere. I noticed that on day one. Outside the front door, back door, at the corners of every room. At least I know he keeps his businesses and employees safe. That gives me a sense of comfort.

"Do you smoke?" He asked me as he patted down his jacket for a lighter. I didn't see cigarettes on him, but then he walked to his car and popped the middle console to grab one. When he returned he cupped the end of the cigarette to light it. I watched his sexy hands and all their movements.

"No, I don't" I shook my head. "Good girl, you shouldn't" his voice was somehow gruffer when releasing smoke through his words. Oh my. Cigarettes are a terrible habit but he looks sexy doing it. He shouldn't but he really does. He rarely ever smells like smoke, if ever.

The words 'good girl' resonated in my belly again.

"Then why do you?" I asked him in genuine curiosity. "High stress job" was all he said. It got me thinking. "What exactly is it that you do?" I inquired. I know he owns this place, but he isn't doing anything for it. He owns it and we work it.

Renzo and I were standing side by side, but I had turned my body slightly to face him when I asked my questions. Last time I didn't look at him when I spoke, his rough hand forced my jaw toward him. Rough hands...I remember.

Renzo looked down at me when I asked my question, but instead of answering he lifted his hand to his mouth and inhaled from the white stick between his index and middle finger. When he released the smoke it clouded his features and made him look even darker than his aura already presents.

Who can just wear an all black three piece suit and just have it feel absolutely right on him no matter what job he has. The vest was the same material as his coat and slacks but the tie was black satin and shown differently over the flatter blacks. His pocket square matched.

"A lot" was his answer to my question. I frowned. "A lot?" I repeated his words. He lifted his hand again to take another hit and I knew that meant he wasn't planning on answering any further.